2.
The mistress might not have had any morals, but at least she knew how to get straight to the point.
"Divorce Chad. We've been together for two and a half years. You're old and washed up; you shouldn't keep clinging to your position. It's time for someone new. Besides, I'm pregnant with Chad's baby."
Everything she'd said so far was laughable, but that last line made me crack. I actually laughed out loud.
My mom, far more composed than I am, calmly retorted, "You're pregnant? What does that have to do with us?"
The mistress shot back, full of self-righteousness, "I'm carrying Chad's child, and he promised he would take responsibility for me. The one who isn't loved is the real mistress here. Take your money pit and get the hell out of Chad's house."
Wait a minute…
I blinked, not quite understanding the situation.
'Is this mistress just a phenomenal actress, or had my dad suddenly… recovered?'
Three years ago, my dad was in a car accident and fell into a coma for three days. Fortunately, he pulled through. While his other organs recovered just fine, the accident unfortunately left him permanently sterile.
My mom and I couldn't bear to see my dad fall apart, so together with his doctor, we've been hiding it from him ever since.
That's why I laughed out loud when I heard the mistress claim she was pregnant with my dad's child.
Obviously, the mistress was having an affair with my dad, but he clearly wasn't her only sugar daddy.
She just saw that my dad was rich and thought she could use a baby to marry up and secure her future.
'My dad was a classic sucker.'
But she had seriously miscalculated.
For one, my dad couldn't get her pregnant. For two, my father, who's always putting on a show, would never have told her that he'd married into our family. He only has what he has today because he lives off my mother's money; most of the family's assets are in her name.
Seeing that my mom and I remained silent, the mistress grew impatient and slammed her hand on the table. "I'll say it again! The one who isn't loved is the real mistress here. If you know what's good for you, you'll bow out gracefully. It'll save you the humiliation of being thrown out."
My mom nodded. "You have a point."
With that, she took my hand. "Come on, sweetie. Let's go pack our bags."
